When I see you falling
When I hear you crying
When I feel you fading away
How I wish I knew what to say
When I see you falling
When I hear you crying
When I feel you fading away
How I wish I knew what to pray

Like a flower refusing to bloom
When the sun hides for awhile
It’s a cruel thing you’re doing
Depriving the world of your smile

When your heart defies you
When the dark mystifies you
When the stars shine down from above
How I hope their light is enough
And I hope you know you are loved

Like a flower refusing to bloom
When the sun hides away
It’s a cruel thing you’re doing
Depriving my soul of your smile today…


(Hindalong, Byrd)